Chapter 7 - No Altar, No MarriageMarcus stepped forward.
"Tiffany."
She turned toward him desperately.
"You can fix this."
Marcus looked at his mother.
Then at Tiffany.
"I don't think I can."
Her breathing became uneven.
"Marcus, please."
He removed the wedding ring.
The diamond caught the chandelier light one final time.
Then he placed it on the black folder.
"There is no wedding."
Tiffany shook her head.
"No."
"I can't marry you."
"You love me."
Marcus's eyes filled with pain.
"I loved the woman I thought you were."
Tiffany stared at him.
"And now?"
"Now I know."
He paused.
"I watched you treat waiters like servants. I watched you humiliate employees. I watched you laugh when people couldn't afford the clothes you wore."
His voice cracked.
"I kept telling myself you'd change."
He looked at his mother.
"I was wrong."
Tiffany dropped to her knees.
"Please."
Marcus stepped backward.
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"I hope one day you become someone you can respect."
Then he walked away.
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